Sep 17, 2016
this is a reminder that i hate you because you're a math lover and math lovers aren't people
what kind of discrimination
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this is a reminder that i hate you because you're a math lover and math lovers aren't people
what kind of discrimination
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Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t means that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them ♡♡♡
Thank you my hoe! <3
@aesriels replied to your post “idk how i’ll keep up the whole semester with the ratio of one essay...”
man this sucks, I remembered this one semester I've had the ratio of one presentation per two/three days and it was tough...you can do it, though, I believe in you. Good luck and you can do it (I know this doesn't help much but really) <3
im sorry for replying so late, haven’t felt like myself lately. (i’m smushing the toefl reply here too bc i’m lazy haha) honestly if tumblr is Hell, academia is its older sibling that is successful in everything and wants you to succeed too, even if you cry bloody tears, it just won’t care and will push you more and more aaah. thanks helix, tho, it means a lot! <3 as for the speaking part of the toefl, i know it’s not Great but.... i kinda lied when i was asked some of the questions lmao... i mean it’s not like you are going to see the instructors ever again so they sure as hell won’t know that you don’t mean what you said to them. plus they want to see how well you speak english and not test out your whole personality sooo rly i don’t think it’s a big deal™ as for grammar, i’m really not the best at it either, but i don’t remember there being that many grammar questions anyway?? except for the essay, which obv requires you to think about the tenses you’re writing in lmao anyway, i think you’ll do great, even if you don’t have that much time to prepare!! may the force be with you eheh and good luck! <3
If I was dating you we'd be beating up the Mystics together, on some alternate universe where you're Valor. OR you could totally teach me how to MMORPG properly. You sound like you have a LOT to teach me.
Never have I regretted more joining Mystic, also I can teach you how to play mmorpg’s whenever you want, let’s have a pizza and videogames date <3
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Midheaven, Mercury, and Jupiter?
midheaven:Â what do you want to be when you grow up?
go to uni and travel
mercury: who’s your go-to person when you need to talk?
my friend
jupiter:Â when was the last time you got lucky?
….never… i can’t remember anyway soÂ
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i. bloodlust: i want to hunt boys like men hunt me when my legs and teeth are bared, i'm tired of being an empty body because it's always the hollow ghosts who end up with their lungs coughed up on the ground, blood-smeared / blood-spattered, i don't know how to tell people that some nights i dream of a tongue down my throat but most nights i dream of a KNIFE there instead. ii. faulty wires: let's say that text messages are the new love letters so dead silence for two days actually means "i wanna kiss you so bad i don't even know how to talk to you anymore." it goes like this: touch / electricity / delete (and pretend we never actually existed at the same time in the same space; this way the laws of physics hurt a little less).  tell me, are you a dying star? DO YOU KNOW HOW TO BLEED? iii. hearts and powercuts: black skies and cigarette smoke tell me to stop writing the world as a nightmare but that's hard to do when i've only known lovers as shadows on my bedroom walls at midnight; i ache / i hunger / i fall for the moon again and pretend that she's the sun in my mouth. HYPOTHESIS: if i set fire to the world tonight we could burn down to the ground or we could go up in smoke. iv. god's liquor-dipped tongue: heaven is a sweet-talker, an angel taught me how to kiss & tell and fall in and out of love in the time it takes for sobriety to kick in and now i can't think of a better way say that the universe belongs in hell the same way lucifer did. i want to CRASH & BURN like icarus but i'll be honest and say that i'm sick and tired of hearing about boys who never did learn how to fly. v. neon churches in our bodies: there's no difference between the hunter and the hunted, we're all searching for the same victim to call home and we all end up chasing the same bloody demons in circles again and again and again. i'm always starving for something more (I'M ALWAYS STARVING FOR YOU). can i offer you these ribs, these lungs? i can make myself into something holy. i can be good for you, i swear.
THE POET AS AN OPEN WOUND // t.e.